Part 2

This is a work of fiction, and all participants in sexual activities are 18 or older.

Spring 1987, senior prom.

We'd gone to prom together, danced with each other, and had been locked in with the other students for the post prom "Monte Carlo" night at the base Officer's Club. When morning came, we turned in our chips, with the top 3 winners getting prizes (Josie was number 2, and I broke slightly above even). And we went home.

As I swung the door open after unlocking it, I yelled, "Mom, dad, we're home," but received no response. Josie and I searched the apartment, but they weren't there. In the process, Josie found a note on the refrigerator. It read.

Dear kids, Your mother and I decided to take a quick trip up the Mosel River on a wine tasting trip. We'll be back in a few days, so have fun. Signed Mom & Dad.

We both read the note but didn't care right then because we were both tired, sweaty, and needed showers. We were trying to decide who would go first, when I remembered that mom and dad had brought us up in a nudist household (though technically Josie and I had been wearing t-shirts and shorts/pajama pants since puberty because we were both a bit ashamed to let the other see us naked). I looked at Josie and said, "Why don't we just take one together," half-heartedly? She looked at me strangely. "It's not like we haven't seen each other naked on multiple occasions," I said. "Not in a long time," she countered with a shit eating grin on her face. "Hell, we'd save time and water that way," I suggested. "Do you think so," she asked? "Or do you think that your little friend from last night might show up again? No little brother, I'm going in first, then you can go in." At that, she retreated to her room, changed.

A little while later, she came out of her bedroom heading to the bathroom wearing only a terrycloth bathrobe. The front was open, (intentionally I was thinking because the ties hanging loosly at her sides), her breasts were covered, but I could clearly see her neatly trimmed blonde pubic bush from where I was sitting in the dining room. She smiled at me (a smile that i weakly returned) and stepped into the bathroom without closing the door.

I sat there dumb struck for a minute as she turned on the water. "Hey, Joe," she called, "You know you were right. There is plenty of room in here for two people." With a raging boner at that time and not truely knowing (or caring if im honest) if that was an invitation or not, I quickly stripped out of my clothes and joined my sister in the shower.

As I opened the shower curtain, I got a wonderful look at her shapely ass, and it was gorgeous. If i hadn't been hard already, I'd have gotten hard then. I then stepped in, and she looked over her shoulder at me and said, "Damn Joe, you're getting quicker now, huh? It didn't take you 23 minutes to join me this time." I looked at her and feigned laughter and stuck my tongue out at her. She's been teasing me about being born 23 minutes after her for as long as I can remember. I looked at her and asked, "How do you want to do this? We each wash ourselves?" Then, thinking more with my little head than big, I continued with a drop in octave of my voice, "Or do we wash each other?"

The drop in my voice caused her to turn to look at me. We made eye contactand she said, "Washing each other sounds like fun." "O o okay," I stammered, not expecting that reaction as I broke eye contact and checked my sister out. It was the first look that I'd had of my sister's breasts in years, and they were beautiful. I knew from doing laundry that my sister wore a size 24 "D" bra, but on her 6' 4" frame, they looked smaller. Her areolas were moderately sized, as were her nipples that at that moment were prominently protruding.

As I was checking her out, she was checking me out. While I wasn't much of an athlete, I did have a runner's physique, so I had a toned body. She placed a hand on my shoulder and gently ran her fingertips down my easily recognizable pectorals and 6 pack abs, and to my erect 8" penis. When her hand reached my erect penis she exclaimed, "Oh my God, where the fuck have you been hiding that monster!" At that moment I had an epiphany. I realized how I felt about my iwn twin sister. So I took a deep breath and simply and tenderly said, "In my pants, my beautiful and lovely older sister." The tenderness in my voice brought her eyes back up to meet mine, "Say that again," she asked? "In my pa.." "No, stupid, the other part," she interrupted. I knew what she'd meant, I was just fucking with her. "Oh, you mean the part where I told you that I thought that you were beautiful and lovely?" "Yeah, that part," she said quizzically, "Why did you say it like that?" Not knowing how to express my feelings at that moment, I stepped in close to her, cupped her chin with my left hand and wrapped my right around her back, pulling her bare breastsinto my chest, tilted her head back, and passionately kissed her on the lips. As our lips touched, her tongue darted into my mouth just ad mine daryed into hers. Through the whole process, I never took my eyes off of hers.

As we kissed for the first time, she wrapped her arms around my neck like when we'd been dancing the night before. I honestly don't know how long we kissed like that, but eventually, we broke it, both out of breath. "B b baby b b brother," she stammered, "If this is going where I think it's going, let's get cleaned up and go to my room." I responded with,"I love you, Josephine." She looked at me and blushed because I never called her Josephine, usually Josie or sis, and the fact that I actually used her name meant something to her. She took a deep breath herself and said, "Thank you, Josef, that told me all that I wanted to know." After that, we quickly washed, rinsed, dried, and practically ran to her room.

End of part 2, part 3 soon.